I will not name You.
That seems so limiting.
Your are the Lord and Lady, The Crone and the Consort.
You are the Earth and the Moon.
The Sun and the Stars.
You are the very breath I take.
You give me balance in a world that teeters.
You give me strength in a world that would see me falter.
You are the Light, that shines bright in my dark nights and shows me the way.
You are the gentle breeze that caresses my waking world.
I can only offer my consecrated soul and ask that you bless my life and those around me.
That in all I do ... I do well and am fair.
That I allow others their free will and never force anyone to do my will.
That I honor myself and others, thus honoring You.
May I be "soft of eye and light of touch ... speak little and listen much."
The White Candle and The Simplicity of Prayer
GlassPoet